Over the mountains we go – eating our way through the High Atlas in Morocco

Ha, I bet you thought I forgot about these posts. Never fear, I’m not stopping. I’m just slow!

We left Marrakech for a long trip through Morocco’s High Atlas mountains. After several hours driving on narrow, windy roads we stopped at a little town that I think was called Toufrine (I could be mistaken) for lunch.

Leaving Marrakech, Mark piled us into a car and we headed into the High Atlas Mountains. After windy roads and a long morning drive, we reached the small mountain town of Toufrine where we met our local guide, Mohamed.

Our gracious host and local guide was Mohamed, who started us off with a refreshing (and super sweet) cup of mint tea.

Mohamed pours mint tea

Mohamed pours mint tea

These almonds and pecans were from nearby trees. Don’t you wish we had this kind of local food in our backyards?

tea and snacks

tea and snacks

The main meal was a lamb tagine, with tender olives, tomatoes and potatoes piled high.

lamb tagine

lamb tagine

my plate

my plate

loaves of fresh khobz (bread)

loaves of fresh khobz (bread)

After stuffing ourselves, Mohamed took us to a nearby mountain town for some sightseeing. We were supposed to go to a town renowned for their waterfall, but the abnormal amount of rain in the area washed out the road and so instead we went to a totally different town called Tighfiste.

On our way there, after talking to someone on an old cell phone, he suddenly asked Mark, our regular guide, to stop the car and he climbed out. And then up. Straight up, in the pouring rain. Wearing only sandals. Trying to find him in the photo is like playing Where’s Waldo. Mohamed is the striped blur somewhere in the middle of the photo. I took this picture while sitting in the car and looking straight up.

Part mountain goat?

Part mountain goat?

He came back with reused water bottles and giant jugs of honey from someone who lives at the top of this cliff. And yes, he carried all of it down that same cliff.
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A mother’s review of her toddler’s pretend restaurant

Today’s link made me nostalgic for the times when i played Iron Chef with my siblings. I’m quite a bit older than they are, and so when it came to play time they often looked to me to keep them entertained because I “always came up with the best games.”

My sister was obsessed with play cash registers and plastic play food. And watched the original Iron Chef on TV all the time. (This was prior to the launch of Iron Chef America.) So logically, I took those ideas and we did our own versions of living room Iron Chef, as well as ran our own restaurants, complete with fake money, upside down cardboard box tables for the customers (the coffee table was reserved for exclusive use by the fake kitchen), a written menu, receipts, and plastic toy cutlery. I’ve lost count of the number of fake teas and coffees I drank, or the number of times I used a tiny plastic knife to “cut” a plastic raspberry. Our brothers pretended to only play along because there wasn’t anything else better to do, but I know they had fun too.

Even though they’re all older now and are more interested in Facebook and MSN than playing games, every once in a while my sister will say, “Hey remember when we used to play Iron Chef? That was the best!”